Let Your Fingers do the Talking with Generic Viagra

OK, so my personal Generic Viagra story isn't as racy as some of them. But maybe some guys out there will relate to it- we can't all be secret-agent lady-killers. Some of us have wives, you know. Well, my wife's always had a mouth on her. And lately all she'd been able to use it for was for poking fun at my erectile dysfunction. It's just her way- she meant well, and just wanted to turn things around. I guess she figured that if she teased me enough, she'd force me to cave in and buy Generic Viagra, instead of saying, again and again, ‘I don't have a problem," or "I've been so stressed out at work," or, "I'm just tired."

"Darn right you're tired!" she said, addressing me as if speaking directly to my unruly manhood, which was too proud to order Generic Viagra. "Just look at you! Lying around like an old couch potato! Actually, more like a French fry! And not even a long, crisp one, but a short, shriveled, grease-covered spud. Very unappetizing..." "Will you stop it already?" I said, knowing her love of endless extended metaphors. "We've established that's it's more Tater Tot than Idaho Golden. Just leave me alone." "Why don't you order some Generic Viagra, already?" she begged me. But I refused. What kind of a man would I be then? Of course, I didn't realize that millions of men, many a lot younger than I was, had used Generic Viagra. But back then, I was in denial. I thought I would recover somehow- turn back the hands of time, I suppose.

It was her idiotic gardening analogy that pushed me over the edge and finally made me buy the Generic Viagra. "Aw, your secret garden is dying," she said one night. Secret garden?! You must be kidding me... "It's a shame- I wanted to sit there a while and play. But the mere look of it is too depressing. Just look at this!" she said, reaching for me playfully. "What genus is this?" "It rhymes with Venus flytrap," I joked, hoping in vain to become aroused as she inspected me. "No, no," she said, "I think the species name is flaccidus impotentissimus." "Thanks a lot," I said, rolling over. But no, she wouldn't let up until I ordered Generic Viagra. "I'm sure it was once a mighty specimen!" she speculated. "Towering proudly over the surrounding bushes." "Bushes?!" "Now just look at it, drooping and sagging, drained of all its sap. Did someone forget to water it?" she asked. "Maybe it's not getting enough beer," I joked. "Nonsense. It's not getting enough blood-flow; without blood-flow, it can't achieve and maintain an erection. This is precisely how Generic Viagraworks." ‘Thanks for that information, Dr. Goodhead," I joked bitterly. Finally, after thinking a moment, I gave in: "OK, OK, I'll order some Generic Viagra."

And I did- that very night, before going to bed. I just got online and placed my order for Generic Viagra, to be delivered to my door. And, sure enough- the night of its delivery, my wife was left speechless. It's hard to say anything coherent when you're getting it like she was- moans and sighs, not extended metaphors, were all that came out of her mouth that night. And a couple of hours later, when the storm had passed, she held onto me tightly, and spoke very plainly: "I missed you," she said. And she fell asleep on my shoulder, with a smile on her lips. So yeah, I guess that's what Generic Viagra did for our love life- a little less talk, and a lot more action. And that's the way I like it. I always tended to talk softly and carry a big stick!